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475 · Apr 2017
Vicksburg
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
This town is dead
I am the ghost
A shadow of these spooky streets
From riverbed to battlefield
I stir with solemn specters
As hills besieged with screams
Of fallen Yankee renegades
And restless rebel revenants
Still haunt my union dreams
473 · Oct 2017
Diwali at Dark
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
Fireworks scream, but so few of them seen
The Delhi night sky is of pure gasoline
It’s a maze of a haze that is thicker than thieves
It’s a Christmas without any Adams and Eves
A festival littered with living for less
Than the worth I assign my semantic excess
I am one in a billion perceiving it thus
Because I am afraid it returns us to dust
Of invisible stars, so unnoticeably
Lost on these earthling’s electricity
How could they be phased by the brilliance of gods
When they drool at bedazzling splendors of frauds
And they worship mirages of angels and demons
Polluting their Ganga and Yamuna Edens
With Kashmiri violently mountains eroding
Partition eruptions of chaos exploding
Like Company cannons that made them all pay
To celebrate freedom in slums of Bombay
473 · Mar 2017
Hesiod
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Reborn into the Aether
After chaos revelations
Quintessential elevations
For the demi-god ascendancies
Transcending divinations
Of Olympic heights
Titanic mights
And Uranus castrations
Spawning Erinyes of fury
In my spartan fights
And Cretan flights
Escaping wings of Icarus
When Helios ignites
Within me, Gaia's chosen sun
Aphrodite is my lover
By her oceans overcome
With a beauty Hellenistic
Making lions of a man
Though Charybdis stirs beneath her
I still sink into the sand
Of her blissful Themiscyran shores
Elysian Fields I've seen
At the end of Trojan wars
Through Iliads and Odysseys
471 · May 2022
UnAPPealing
Michael Marchese May 2022
Don’t take it personal
Versed in rejection
It’s like they expect
A Prince Charming
Perfection
A text or two
Too much to ask
I guess, right?
You’re too busy
I get it,
Forget it,
Goodnight
It was so nice to meet
Alter ego you
Screening
Each struggle for power
Has some deeper meaning
We know what we want
Of course
Only one thing
A committed,
Submitted,
Indefinite fling
470 · Feb 2017
Hope
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
No pessimist skies  
When the sun doesn't rise
Can reign my parades
Or dwarf me in size
With their cynical shades
On my evergreen trees
I'm a jack of all trades
I'm the uplifting breeze
And my ace of spades
Is the heart on your sleeves
So drop the charades
And come jump in my leaves

For life is my game
And my pieces in pain
So I play to win
For all one and the same
And all of you cheaters
Remember the name
For I raise the stakes
From the ones that you claim
All ownership over
The shattered-glass frame

When broken lie dreams
All split at the seems
We condemn our ambitions
To bite all the bullets
Of human conditions
And sentence to death
My master tactician  
Who ceases to fire
In wars of attrition
For I am the peace treaty's final revision

Ignition flames in your engines of trust
In a world made of more than machine cogs to rust
I could be the pebble
That ripples through time
Transforming you into
An optimist prime
I could be the cure
To the most common cold
A lonely lost lover's hands
Longing to hold

Awaiting the day you embrace me again
When the light in the tunnel is distant and dim
When everything falls I'll be there at the end
Since from the beginning
I've been by your side
You took your first steps
With me in your stride
Of your deepest secrets
In me you'd confide
Then I let you drown me
In oceans you've cried
Yet still I resurface
And rise like the tide
At your emptiest depths
I will fill you with pride
And be the surfboard
On these waves that you ride

Though we loosen our ties
When you tighten the rope
And you don't think of me
When you're penning the note
I still send you letters
In sealed envelopes
If you would but open
The ones that I wrote
And read that each one is signed
    
                                                       Your old friend,
                                                                ­        *Hope
469 · Dec 2017
The Balfour Declaration
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The charlatans are back again
With bombs to drop from ballpoint pens
Jerusalem Leviathans
Since lions ate the Zion movement
Now Big Ben is crumbling
And mumbling some skittish Yiddish
To some pig anti-Semitic
Who the critics just diminish as dominions of the British who still commonwealth the nations with their Exxon Mobil stations
While the colonies are sick and medicated on these rations, pullin’ racist colored race cards when the kingdoms of creation are the real abominations that the oligarchs of Noah’s arks still preach to seal your fate in
Coffer coffins of the status quotient tokenism banquet, stuffin’ off shore banks with patients who are drowning in malaises
As the taxing burden raises for the barely makin’ raisins in the sun to have some fun go fundin’ Contras cappin’ convents full o’ nuns, don’t get it twisted sister act, I’m coming strapped with Warsaw Pact because the cops be cappin’ rappers when they packin’ artifact on all the fiction superstition
Burning question abolition
Voodoo economic prison cells
Still selling us religions
Of democracy and freedoms makin’ edens
In the middle eastern promise lands
Just broken dreams and neverlands
Cuz no mans makes a stand or plan
To ban these ku klux clan Greenspans
469 · Nov 2016
It Never Rains in Georgia
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
It never rains in Georgia
Though my cloudy head is gray
And even in November suns
It thunders in the fray
Of my peachy state of mind
And the beaches I convey
Behind hurricane frustrations
As my calm trees start to sway

In the coastal winds of longing
For my tempests kept at bay
Such deluges would be cleansing
A most vehement display
Of my angriest storm surges
That could blow this world away
But it never rains in Georgia
And I'm keeping it that way
The thin line between indignation and sorrow
468 · Jan 2017
Dead of Night
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Buried in the dead of night
Is where I come alive
And here I thrive
In quiet space
With only words to write
  Where I contrive  
Tales to survive
Another dying day I spend
Running toward the light
461 · Jul 2022
No Contestant
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
The only road left is
A lonely rogue leftist
Still cast as the shadow,
The villain,
The foil
The salt in the wound
Seeping into
The soil
To render the once arable
An unbearable
Barren wasteland
Sleight of hand-
Written parable
Barely still stand
For a national anthem
Would rather invade
All your mansions
And ransom
The sycophants’
Cancerous
Cancel campaign
Can’t explain
The disdain
For disparity’s reign
And still stained
In its tainted
And vitiated
Lizard brain
Becomes colder
And more calculated  
A numbers game
All I will pay to play
These days
The rest is just
Lack of success
Instant replays
459 · Jan 2017
The Nomad
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Lost in deserts thirsting for  
Oasis destinations
These mirages passing through
Like the kings of old who drew
Their course from constellations

Drifting through the wanderdust
Across Sahara's dunes
No Ra to guide me through the day
Khonshu himself could not convey
My weary traveler moons

A pharaoh needs no resting place
When he becomes the Nile
And watches pyramids of sand
Slip right through each clenching hand
The tombs of his divine exile
458 · Mar 2017
Penitentiary Love
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Complex is her prison
The warden to freedom
She puts the guard
In my garden of eden

My judge and my jury
My guilty confines
Executioner of
My most passionate rhymes

An intimate inmate
She dwells in my cells
She writes on my walls
But she quells my rebels

By dispelling the words
That are sentenced to life
When her death row despair
Is a straight-jacket's knife

She's the shank to the veins
Of my drug misdemeanor
When barred are the windows
Through which I have seen her

Non-violent offenses
Like needles of sadness
Lock my convictions
In solitaire madness

No conjugal visits
No messages sent
Cemented in empty
Demented lament

It's a heart-broken system
Consenting to ****
Unjust beauty victim
I can not escape
456 · Oct 2016
Liquidate the Problem
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Drink it in
The sweat stain disdain
Dish soap dog bath
****** sewage soda sludge
Puke-splattered canvas
Baby bottle brisk tea
40 ounces of ice cold destitution
Brown sugar blood bandage
Unprotected immaculate *******
Salivating for salvation
Asphyxiated angel tears
Indigence reigns
Faithful floods
Swallowing prayers
Quench God's thirst
As he ****** indifference
453 · Jan 2017
Gmork
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
I am dismay, despair and dread
I am the Nothing in your head
The herald of the grayest skies
The harbinger of your demise
A lurking shadow of a doubt
In thoughts you can't help think about
Conceived in death of all things good
To prey upon your childhood
And feast on unfulfilling dreams
Whilst hopelessness inside you teems
Granting me control of you
With powers that you never knew
Existed in all of creation
Not just your imagination
Withering away in time
Succumbing to your aging mind's
Loss for words of fantasy
Which never ends in my story
So who would dare so much as care
To turn the page and face me there
452 · Sep 2016
Creation
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
First there was chaos
Formless black soul
Devoid of duration
Then Erebus stole
Nyx' night heart
In dark consummation
Bred light on the start
In Gaia was planted
Her earthly gestation
Typhon storm cries
For newborn foundation
Of land, sea and skies
Fostered together
All conscious mentation
Then and forever
Till Titan-God wars
End all of creation
445 · Feb 2019
One for the History Books
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Have you found
It yet
I ask
Or found insuperable
The task
Discovering,
Uncovering
The surface layers
Smothering
The truth beneath
The buried past
The everlasting
Shadow caste
On sanctity's
Iconoclast
The temple smashed
The system crashed
The score is settled
In the blast

And so I ask
Again
Have you
Completed what
You set to task
Or just discovered
Some uncovered
Remnants of
The ancient past
Forgotten
Lying eons
Rotten
Not in some
Sumptuous tomb
Of regnant opulence
Exhumed
But in the gloom
Of fell
And fallen
Kingdoms
Mortals
Bow in awe in

So I ask again
Have you
Found any a retelling true
Or just library books
Renewed
443 · Nov 2018
The Sea Monster
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Infinity drifts
In a sea of could be
Of serenity
But deep beneath it is me
Still submerging myself
Where the light doesn't reach
Instead of sun-bathing
My shell on the beach
Where at least I would only
Imagine
The fathoms
Below me, the undertow
Dragging me slowly
Away from the shoreline security
Lonely
Back to the Abysses' jaws
Gaping
And homely
As ever it were,
To the pensive philosopher
Sunk in his sordid, assorted
Leviathans
Grasping for breath-bereft depths
That inspire him
439 · Apr 2017
Nazca Lines
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Urban sprawling anaconda veins
Pump through concrete jungle rivers
Into civilization's heart of darkness
Metropolis excess electric existence
439 · Jan 2017
Locked Inside
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
All that you see
Or seem to envision
Could soon be made free
Of your inhibition

But your indecision
Refuses volition
To enter the void and let go of suspicion
The light at the end is your human condition
We aimlessly wander this road to perdition
In search of the signs, to exit these minds

They flicker in red
As the devil lies sleeping
In bed with our head
And the truths we are seeking

Floorboards are creaking
The faucet is leaking
The bumps in the night oh so restlessly creeping
In attics and cellars, in tongues they are speaking
The spiders and bats war with serpents and rats

Yet we still find no peace
Behind doors we then close
To the world we decease
Our open windows

Refracting these woes
On the withering rose
In the darkest of corners of no one else knows
Of the troubles I've seen where no sign of life grows
Counting crows as it dies in a room locked inside
438 · Dec 2016
Once Upon a Time
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
There once was a world
So green and blue
With skies of clarity
Beneath them which  
All breath of life
Was shared in harmony

Each blade of grass
Fought not for land
To own as property
Each creature knew
Not of to want,
To take, or gluttony

Without language,
Paper, or pen  
They signed the peace treaty
Without a war drum's
Orchestra
It still composed its symphony

No anthems, flags
Or border walls
Need signify such unity
No laws, or kings
Or governments
Controlled Nature's democracy

Until the day
These mortal hands
Picked fruits of its divinity
And biting down
They tasted only
Serpentine theology
438 · Jan 2017
Story of my Life
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Making maps of childhood
Exploring great unknowns
Escaping to uncharted woods  
To fix my broken homes
From the sharpened sticks and stone
And the daggers often thrown
Though blunt and made of silverware
They cut through bone and love we shared
So always I alone

Was left to save the fantasies
In words I wrote and read
And picture perfect families
Envisioned in my head
For the dreams that made my bed
Free from monsters that I fled
By casting fears like spells abound
When under covers I then found
My nightmare light to shed

On each house-divided page
And unhappy never endings
In this tale of coming rage
Torn out from my notebook rendings  
To a tune of doom impendings
As the heroes of my youth defendings
Vanquished all my villains slain
With a sword of growing pain
Pulled out from my play-pretendings

*Ever I, the dragon's bane
436 · Nov 2019
The Dumbfounded Genius
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Know what you feel
Nothing else can be known
But phenomenon donning
The bare naked soul
No intelligence
Wisdom
Nor fact
Or opinion
Can ascertain truth
Like emotion’s dominion
Appealing and pandering to
Inner vision
Externally, all-seeing
Eye of believing
Beholden to none
Of the sun
But the one
Burning brightest
Alight
Even if
Out of sight
Is the proof
That in you
All the universe moves
And moves through you anew
Until all that you know
Becomes all that you knew
433 · Jul 2017
What a Time to be Alive
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Test my patience
Is a virtue
If you think
These words can't hurt you
Or subvert your bricks and thrones
To shallow caves of sticks and stones
And early graves of mogul masses
Unenlightened social classes
Cashing in the broadcaste system
Fearful fascist feudalism
Cataclysm communist
Red dead to rites of populist
We can't resist the terrorize
In refugees we demonize
So televise the violent crimes
And lionize the Frankensteins
Cuz' we all scream for Isis stream
To guillotine the fields of green  
The Vaccines are the influenza
FDA is salmonella
Poisoning the stomach bile
In the processed garbage aisle
As the vile needle kills
The blood which pours as rivers spills
Polluted by the politics
The very air we breathe is sick
Like respirating pits of tar
A pack of Marbs is all we are
On par with country clubs of pigs
Who sell us lies and oil rigs
And stuff the stockings up with coal
And change the climate of my soul
To winter's blight of coldest steel
Still rusting in this rage I feel
Then melting in the wildfire
Of the funeral empire
Rolling thunder power dice
Of life and gambling on its price
As they repeal and then erase
All knowledge of this human race
432 · Jun 2016
LSD
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
LSD
It all seems so good
It all feels so great
As I enter the mood
Of this trippy mind state

I am all, I am one
Sitting here on this earth
Reconceived by the sun
Her light, my rebirth

A brand new inception
My old skin is shed
An altered perception
The old me is dead

Normality drifts
From reality lands
As mentality sifts
Through mortality sands

Letting go of my fears
Letting go of my pain
Fog of mind disappears
From my ego-less brain

Detached from desire
Each earthly possession
No more than a liar
My truth is expression

Unbridled elation
Ineffable glad
Heightened sensation
Vanishing sad

A soaring ascension
Kaleidoscope skies
A swirling dimension
Where lows become highs

I’m flowing through dreams
Thought rivers euphoric
My consciousness streams
Wash out the dysphoric

I’m light as a feather
I'm cold but I'm warm
How 'bout this weather?
A gentle brain storm

To exist is my mission
To be is my goal
And all of cognition
Is part of the whole

I see every feature
Each different face
But only one creature
Runs my human race

Universes therein
Worlds coming together
Time and space warped
By the bounds of forever

My spirit uplifted
By but a mere breeze
My paradigm shifted
By voices of trees

Eccentric boy wonder
Bizarre child awe
Wacky word blunder
Silly speech flaw

I want you to share
In this limitless peace
But you have to prepare
To embrace this release

I can help you be free
To see what I mean
But you’ll never be me
You can’t see what I’ve seen

Am I losing my mind?
Take a sec to reflect
Does this seem like the kind
Of trip you’d reject?
432 · Nov 2016
I'm the Captain Now
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
How liberating it would be
To drift across a careless sea
No more to wallow in concerns
For finding shores that set us free

No more to form these promised lands
Convictions built with faithless hands
Only to watch them wash away
Like castles made of forlorn sands

No more to help these people rise
And share my ego's selfless prize
Only to sink in greedy tides
And choke to death on poisoned skies

No more to fight for each ideal
With cutlass made of stainless steel
Only to rust in salted wounds
From oceanic depths we feel

No more to lie awake at night
Higher than a boundless kite
Only to ponder what is life
But constant setting of sun light

No more to swim above depressed
Treading along with all the rest
Only to crash in waves that drown
My broken, plundered dead man's chest

No more to search for meaning in
A carapace of worthless skin
When so much hides submerged beneath
The surfacing leviathan

Yes easy it would simply be
To float through life in apathy
But I know I must lead this ship
Adorning helms of captaincy
429 · Mar 2017
Free Verse to Freedom
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble  
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs

With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days

End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? ******' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath
428 · Mar 2017
Serendipity
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Perhaps it was fate
That brought you to me
But in love at first sight
I prefer serendipity
427 · Sep 2016
Write for Your Life
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Cutting razor
blade of life
Pointless, dull
existence knife
Sharpened by
the edge of strife

Won't somebody
save my life
From this wretched,
worthless knife
Buried in
my skin of strife

This sorrow stalks
its prey of life
And sets it teeth
of biting knife
Upon my flesh
to feast on strife

Vampiric in its
draining life
This empty, soulless,
cold-heart knife
Shall feel the warmth
of crimson strife

Until the streams
of dripping life
Release my grip
upon this knife
And rivers flow
in tranquil strife

See I know why
you've courted strife
I've tasted lips
of the sweet knife
Her tempting kiss
was my whole life

Through ****** tears
and sweaty strife
I've cried with every
lonely knife
That spends each day
so lost in life

Adrift at sea
shipwreck of strife
Beckoned by
beguiling knife
To drown in siren
songs of life

Through Odysseys
of epic strife
I forged a sword
to replace knife
Allowed this pen
to claim my life

An argonaut
against the strife
To tides of ink
I cast the knife
Now fight with me
write for your life
426 · Nov 2016
Human Racist
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
End scene on the Neogene

Where life-distort systems sustain
The epidemic apathy  
The superficial philistine
Degeneration entertain
Apocalypse obscenity
When everything's a ******* screen
Explicit content can't disclaim
The creds will roll mentality
Director's cutting guillotine
Makes severed heads and zombie brains
Of our inane humanity
One more cliche inaction scene

Exit stage fright for Pleistocene

Where anti-social norms have changed
The prof pic of society
To this no-filtered drama queen
Waging a twitter war complain
On photobombing refugee
Hashtag #unfriendthistrendregime
Unfollow Insta-claims to fame
Of Snap-storied conformity
Emoticon artists convene
To sell their Tinder-kindled pain
For likes and robot empathy
Dead to the world as they live stream

Brief Intermission Holocene

Where modern man is just a game
Of media monopoly
Rich Uncle's *** of Disney schemes
Pinochhio's nose, knows no shame
When Apple's poison byte comes free
With Mickey Mouse ABC themes
No Goofy Fox News hound can tame
The Lion King Plutocracy  
As talk show ghosts in the machine
Project deceptive astral plains
Phantasmic family tv
What's real is once upon a dream

Final act Anthropocene

Where we're all dropping acid rain
In puff-puff gas complacent-sea
Raising the level of morphine
Numbing denial river veins
To drown the truth in ecstasy
From alcoholic gasoline
That's sold dirt cheap like frack *******
By FDA approved decree
So patch it up with nicotine
And then OD on pure disdain
For sober, bleak reality
An age of addicts on drug screens

Let curtains fall to wipe us clean
425 · Sep 2016
Food for Thought
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
She was food for thought
Psychedelic mushroom clouds
Half-eaten nervous burgers
Strawberry daydream kisses
Couple slices of heaven
Unseasonably colden delicious apple autumns
Egg yolk suns in her over-easy eyes
As I feasted mine
On her body's bountiful harvest
And her heart's insatiable appetite
425 · Sep 2022
The Consumers
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
Excluded to me
Only one who sees
Wrong
Ever has our approach been
So flawed all along
So few willing to change
Reevaluate courses
Of action we take
Can’t unmake
The creationist’s stance
Just evolve
To sustain in the acid rain
Storm we dissolve
Or we starve
Carven stone
Of our monument reads
But a testament to
Our insatiable greed
424 · Jun 2017
The Condor
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
These Andean summits
As high as the sky
Were where I once nested
Beyond them I'd fly

And I'd shadow the valleys
And jungle and stream
In a kingdom of clouds
On an Inka sun beam

Atahualpa they called me
My people below
As I raised them above
All the seeds that they sow

For my beak could speak volumes
My talons could write
And my wings were a symbol
Of freedom in flight

Yet to see from my heights
And be one with the winds
Was to sacrifice all
Of their dollars and sins

Which beckoned much sweeter
Then carrion choirs
And tasted delicious
To carnal desires

A belly of maggots
Then filled me with darkness
To scavenge a life
On an emptiness carcass

The once bird of prey
Who so countered these cultures
Was brought to their level
To feast with the vultures

Whose Gods ***** and ravaged
The lessons I taught
Then they slaughtered my kind
In the wars that they fought

Still some look to my peaks
In the stormiest weather
But all that remains
Is an acid rain feather

Now lost to the zephyrs
My species extinct
I'm as dead to their world
As the legends I've inked
424 · Sep 2017
Dead Poets Society
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
We poets are teachers
The artists, the leaders
The dreamers, the weavers
Of minds of the infinite
Wisdom conceivers
The gods that you worship
Were made in our image
The heroes you envy
Are born of our wrath
To walk in the steps
Of our off-beaten path
We are mythical martyrs
On whimsical quests
To tickle your fancies
And beat in your chests
When you lock it away
We are there with the key
And a piping hot cup
Of divine empathy
For we feast on your pain
And we dine on your pleasure
We bask in the sun
Of the stormiest weather
And none may deny us
The power we hold
Not an ocean of greed
Nor a mountain of gold
Can stop us or touch us
For we own the skies
The angels you honor
Composed of our songs
Yes we poets are muses
The Tantalus juices
The shapers, the wakers
Of your inner-peace in this life
We are makers
422 · Sep 2018
Destitute
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
No faintest ray of light
Shines in
Or finds it can
Divine a grin
Above my chin
As darkness seeps into my skin
Wherein the fading joy persists
To fein another day amidst
So many glances skeptically
And questioningly scowering me
Or some don’t seem to care I’m here
Don’t meet my eyes, nor dare I there’s
A stranger in some stranger land
And every night the rains again
Crash down upon this muddy shack
Until my dreams all fade to black
418 · Apr 2023
The New Gods
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Still slaves to Apple
But they treat us nice
For their only demand
Is a brand new device

Still beholden to Google
But they see it all
And they only expect
I continue to call

Still an Amazon serf
But to work for them worse
Is their presents
More peasants

A gift or a curse?
417 · May 2019
A Black Sheep's Perspective
Michael Marchese May 2019
This love/hate relationship
With
Human races is
Making me crazier
Than the creationist
Over and over
Repeating the verses
Conversing with ghosts
Who immerse them
In worthlessness
When in response
Only silence reverberates
And the faint something
Of nothing is heard
By the good word
Prevarication
Reassured
By the spirited leaders
Atop bottom-feeders
Still feeding their people
The crumbs of deceivers
Though stale it prevails
To curtail what the famished
In their desperation
Need filling
When vanished
Their saviors abandoned their
Faith itself banished
To turn to
And yearn through
The darkest night dim
Light's delusional hope
They'll be welcomed back in
A kingdom
Of the Perfect One's
Glory,
Behold!
Lording over their souls
Like a dragon does gold
416 · Feb 2018
Fuego from Agni
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
I’m the cracks in the ice geist
The thief in the night light
The reason you can’t even go to sleep
When you’re hype Skype
The read it and write sleight
Of hand with that left heist
The best and brightest western spittin’-Spetnaz platoon type
The jungle, it’s coming
Oh, they want you there runnin’
That whole backwards crazy cooky communally-driven country,
That refuses to bow,
To the lion’s lie crown,
Because the tigress is the Ganga
And she’s watered this ground,
With cheetah archer princes blue
Through pacifistic aestheticians
Who still burn to the moon,
To feel her Saraswati peace of mind
Evoke the monsoon
414 · Aug 2022
Into Dust
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
I’ve wandered more wastelands
Than care to admit
For to her
Omnipresence
I couldn’t commit
Just submit
To mirages
A hajj
Without faith
In messianic
Guidance
I can’t imitate
Like a wraith
Neither living
Nor dead
I remain
But a remnant
A mendicant
Staking his claim
414 · Feb 2017
Nightshade
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Tonight there is quiet
And peace in the solace
Of knowing tomorrow provides
Plentiful harvests of value
To blighted and meaningless lives

Awoken to half-empty purpose
To pour from a cup of concerns
Is like watering gardens with salt of the earth
Empathy blooms only nightshade it seems
If roses know not of their worth

But why do we covet these thorny expressions
Untouchable as they may be
What so possesses the florist's seed sowing
Such colorful flowers, bouquets to be sold
When all of them wither and die without knowing

The answer to why in this vase they grow old
414 · Jun 2017
Andes Ascension
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Take me to peaks
Of a sky-scraping level
And lay me to rest
In a bed of the clouds
Jet-streaming my dreams
In full color high def
Redefining the faces
Of earth in these crowds
413 · Feb 2017
The Leader
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
The leader will stand
For all into one
The sum of his fears
Is a product of none

He has learned to fight fair
On this life battlefield
With a sword of ideals
And a virtuous shield

He will rise over mountains
Cross river and stream
As he carries the world
While upholding his team

He will sink to the depths
Of the loneliest ocean
A man-of-war captain
On seas of emotion

Beating back pain
Like a ram against waves
His sails painted black
By his treasure horde caves

Where desire was buried
And locked in a chest
When at the world's end
A most selfless behest

Then summoned him from
A Laurentian abyss
Reborn as a dreadnought  
Of true nothingness

Imbued with the force
Of a righteous typhoon
Commanding the tide
With his purpose-full moon

To glow as a beacon
A lighthouse of hope
For the stars yet to see
Through his telescope

Beyond space and time
Past nuclear fusions
Celestial beings
And cosmic illusions

To find that within
Is the energy source
To channel this power
And rewrite its course

For the leader has done this
He's doing it now
Tasked with the honor
Of showing them how
412 · Oct 2016
Solitude Shorelines
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Running towards sunshines
Of our interlude
Why must my bright shorelines
The gray clouds intrude
Her storms of confessed
Tide shifting confide
Embracing tempests
I kept locked inside
Ebbing my shame
To spill into the sea
By pouring her pain
In the oceans of me
She treaded white sands
Dune walls of my heart
We dreaded dry lands
That tore us apart
We were just crashing waves
In deep blue depressant
Horizon-bound slaves
To our love evanescent
410 · Nov 2018
Bayayanatti
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
An acquired taste
No doubt it takes
Some time to wait
Until it seems to make
You crave it
Savor every flavor
Mixed together on the plate
A flat and fluffy,
Full of grainy
Goodness, sourdough pancake
You rip and tear it,
Often share it
Rarely in the gorsha form
But wash your hands before you dare it
Grin and bare this culture norm
408 · Jan 2017
The Messenger
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
A step ahead of Hermes
I rival the wind
And Pheidippides cried,
Herculean my stride
When no Nemean lions
Could swallow my pride

A thread of Arachnes'
Recalcitrant spin
Athena be bested
By webs I have vested
With powers I've woven
From gods I've contested

On Helios journeys
Apollo rescind
Narcissus reflection
Of Echo's complexion
And Oedipus kingdoms
Of blinded subjection
407 · Sep 2016
Eruption
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Dormant volcano
Burning blood
Fuming frustration
Boiling bowels
******* furnace
Brimstone bones
Temper tremors
Anger eruption
406 · May 2019
Divine Artifices
Michael Marchese May 2019
In fantasy fallacies
Covetous malice is
Greediest deities'
Vanity palaces
Callous regarding
The weary and meek
The ostensible shepherds
Just wolves among sheep
Counting each of their
Unanswered prayers
Before sleep
Yet despair doesn't seem
To preclude
Pleasant dreams
Nor to render naivity scenes
To demean
What of logic and reason
Should clearly evince
They abandoned us long ago,
Haven't cared since
And their whereabouts
Unbeknownst
Mystery ways
Inexplicable how
They free will us
As slaves
The obsequious miscreant
False prophet faith
Inculcated in cults
Of a non-personality
Spreading its virulent
Indigent malady
Bow and prostrate yourselves
On your knees
Cowardly
Why fear what hasn't appeared
In the flesh
To be real
Why exalt higher powers
Except how you feel
Leaves me reeling,
Unraveling
Traveling
Gone again
Out to let go
And expose
Gods
As frauds of men
404 · Nov 2016
Concession Speech
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
We've let fear become the novacaine
Like whiskey for the wounds
Swallowing denial pills
For truths that lie ahead
Injecting hopelessness
With needles of realities too real
For optimism's foreign policy
Behind our walls
We alienate the cure
To division's disease

A contagion known by many names
Ignorance is uttered most
A sickness in the veins
Of cancerous medical costs
A pestilence set upon
The amber fields of grain
A plague quarantining classes
In prison-bars and penthouses
A famine on the families
In this minimum cage

Where once we flew with eagles
Now we wallow in the dirt
Born into a dying world
Grown from selfish roots
Watered on pessimism
Bending to the will of hate's
Axe of opportunity
Cutting down the other trees
That dared to share the light of our
American dreams
401 · May 2017
Yin-Yang
Michael Marchese May 2017
Crash upon me like a wave
Then gently pull me out to sea
Seal me in your heart-shaped box
Then be the key that sets me free

Each breath I draw and step I take
Without you makes my spirit ache

And buries me in floorboard creaks
To run as shivers down the spine
Black widow webs and Snow White fiends
Are all that slithers through my mind

In sunlit shadows I reside
Without you by my other side

Where afterlives of former self
Became the current's flow unbound
The scent of harmonies in bloom
The taste of spring's delicious sound

The powers that I just can't bare
Without you there for me to share
400 · May 2019
Immune to the System
Michael Marchese May 2019
You know it when you feel it
An ailment afflicting you
Slowly its symptoms,
Conditions take hold of you
Worsening sooner
Than ever gets better
Until you're a popsicle
Wrapped in a sweater
And weathering feverish chills,
Poppin' pills
As you're counting the minutes
To medical bills
Panacea prescriptions
That just makes me sicker
Than over the counter drugs
Killing me quicker
Than stuff off the streets
Uninsured of what health
Itself
Is just a privilege
Of wealth
399 · May 2017
Quito
Michael Marchese May 2017
Bustling bowl of barrios
Favelas far as eyes can see
From valley lows to ridges' rise
Graffiti calles cobblestone
And canvasses of keeps of shop
To juxtapose the Foch and fortune
Shadows of the mountain clouds
Which peak into the heavens
As an angel weeps above the heart
For stray dog sweaters en el parque
Niños on the pocket's watch
A beggar's hands still offered prayers
Quichua silent voices counted
In basilicas of gold
All built atop the blood and bones
Of cultures bought and sold
399 · Dec 2016
Isildur
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
Here I stand as Sauron's bane
Within the chasm doom
I fear the darkness of my prize
Could rival Angmar's tomb
As his master's malice echoes
Tongues of ages past
Drowning out Lord Elrond's cries
Into the fires cast!

Yet could its will so dominate
This Middle-Earth now bade
Free from ruin I hath smote
With but a stroke of Narsil's blade
Perhaps a tool so powerful
Could I now use to lead
Should come the Men of Numenor's
Utmost end of need

Now in my fingers as it turns
My grayest thoughts to gold  
I shan't release it from my grasp
For it is mine to hold
Yes it came to me, my own
A gift meant for a king
I must possess the qualities
Of this most precious ring
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